Accidentally On Purpose Masterlist

Accidentally on Purpose Masterlist

Dark!Billy Russo x Female Reader

An accidental marriage in Vegas type scenario, toxic relationship.

I made a playlist!!! 😁

To Have and to Hold

For Better or Worse

Something old, Something new

Something borrowed, Something blue

For Richer or Poorer

In Sickness and in Health

With all that I am

And all that I have

I will always have your back

Billy was angry. He was really mad at you. But also scared. You have never seen him like this. You sat on the couch in his office and waited for Billy to come back until he ... you didn't really know what he was doing, but you didn't really want to know, to be honest.

While you were waiting for him, the memories of the last few hours began to revive in your head.

You are about to go to an exhibition of contemporary art in the museum. Billy was at work, so you decided to kill time and get distracted. You was in the museum for about half an hour when you saw Billy and his guys from Anvil. He was in a dark suit, flawless as always. They were near some man and judging by his clothes, watch, behavior, you could assume that it was some kind of businessman. One of the branches of Billy's area of ​​work was guarding people who contracted with Billy's organization. Is that why you realized that Billy was now in ... a working operation? Something like that. In any case, you didn't want him to see you, because it could distract him from work, and you didn't want him to have problems. Therefore, you tried to pass unnoticed into another hall.

But, of course, you underestimated Billy's skills, because a few minutes later someone's hand touched your shoulder, and you turned around abruptly. Your boyfriend was standing in front of you with a frown on his face.

- Y/N, what are you doing here?

- Billy!, - you exclaimed, - I just wanted to see the exhibits...you know that I love art.

You wanted to hug him, but you weren't sure it would be appropriate, given the circumstances.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming here?", "What is it?" he asked sternly, still not taking his eyes off you.

You were confused for a moment, so you answered in a trembling voice:

"I didn't know I had to tell you about everything I do."

Seeing your uncertainty, Billy's face softened.

- That's not what I meant. It's just... "he turned around and looked at his guys and at that businessman," you need to get out of here.

- Why is that?, - you asked in surprise.

- I'll explain everything to you later, okay? I am working. And I think it might not be safe here right now, so I'd like you to leave. We'll talk to you at home tonight.

You looked around and saw that there were fewer and fewer people in the museum. Only Billy's subordinates and that man remain.

"Will you be safe?", you asked quietly, starting to get nervous. You looked at Billy carefully.

- Of course, - he smiled and gently touched your hand, - this is my job. And I'm damn good at it, "he answered you with a grin," and now please go away.

"Okay," you said, and headed for the exit. As soon as you left the museum, you heard gunshots. You fell to the floor and covered your head with your hands until the shots stopped. After examining yourself, you realized that the shots were fired from another hall. Where Billy was. You understood that you had no military training. You weren't a soldier, you weren't a policeman. But there was one thought in your head: Billy. You knew that Billy was an expert in his work, but you couldn't leave there without making sure that he was safe. You will have very big problems, because you didn't leave, but you didn't care.

Carefully going into the hall, where the shots were coming from, you looked out from behind the wall and saw that there were a lot of people in the room, all with weapons. Two people were standing in the center of the room, and they seemed to be talking about something. One of these people was a businessman with whom Billy worked. You didn't know the second man. You haven't seen Billy himself. Suddenly, the second man hit the first and the madness began. The shots started again, bullets flew in all directions. Trying to escape from the bullets, you ran to the next hall. There you saw Billy fighting with some man in military clothes. There was a gun on the floor. Suddenly, the man hit Billy in the head and he fell to the floor. The man began to approach Billy again, he had a gun in his hands. At that time, you quickly ran up to the gun, grabbed it and pointed it at the man who tried to kill Billy.

- Stay where you are!, - you shouted loudly. Your voice faltered, but you didn't care.

The man turned around, looked at you and grinned.

- Who is it that came here..., - at this time Billy saw you, and his heart skipped a beat. You couldn't be here, you couldn't. You should have left. What the fuck?

You saw the blood on Billy's face, and your legs trembled.

- Did you come to watch the show?, - the man grinned, - first I'll deal with him, - he pointed with his hand at Billy, - and then with you…

You saw that Billy was trying to get to his feet, but he needed a little time, so you pointed the gun at the man's legs and fired, trying to distract him. You missed, but it gave Billy time

"What the...," the man exclaimed, jumping back, " bitch!

He began to approach you quickly, but at that time Billy attacked the man and began to beat him. His movements were fast, precise. It was scary to look at, but you couldn't take your eyes off it. At some point, Billy pulled out a gun from the man's hand and shot him in the head.

The man fell to the floor, and Billy slowly turned to you seconds later. You couldn't move. You loved Billy, more than anything in the world, but you didn't see him like this. Until this day. You didn't see him kill. My God, you haven't seen people get killed at all. You loved Billy, but at that moment you were afraid of him.

Apparently, he saw the sting on your face, so instead of yelling at you for putting your life in danger, he slowly lowered the gun and raised his hands in front of him, looking at you. There was also a look of fright in his eyes. He never showed you this side of his personality. He was afraid that you would be afraid of him and leave him. And now, it seemed, one of his worst nightmares was coming to life.

"Baby...," Billy began softly, with tenderness in his head. He didn't approach you. You still had the gun in your hands, which was pointed in his direction. From the shock, you forgot how to move.

- Honey, it's okay, it's over. You're safe, " he continued. Slowly, consciousness returned to you, and you began to understand where you were and what was happening.

"You...he...," you began, pointing with your eyes at the corpse of the man lying behind Billy, "is dead...," you stuttered.

- Shh, baby, breathe. Yes, he's dead. He wanted to hurt you, do you hear me?, - Billy began to approach you slowly, step by step, - he was trying to hurt you, you know? I couldn't let it happen. You're my whole life, baby, do you hear?

You looked at Billy again. You realized that the gun in your hands was still pointed at him, so you slowly lowered it. Billy took another step towards you, but you unconsciously took a step back.

"Are you afraid of me?", "I understand that what you saw is terrible, but I will never hurt you, baby. Never, do you hear?, "he stopped and looked at you.

At this time, you began to fully control yourself, and realized what you were doing. Afraid of Billy? Are you crazy?

You slowly put the gun on the floor, then ran up to Billy and hugged him tightly around the neck. Emotions overwhelmed you, and you sobbed into his neck for a while. Billy hugged you tightly to him and gently began to stroke your back, soothing you.

"Are you okay?", - you asked Billy, broke away from him and examined him from head to toe, - are you badly injured?

Billy smiled gently and hugged you again.

"I'm fine, baby, I'm fine. Can you walk?" We really need to get out of here. He tried to let go of you, but you grabbed his arm tightly.

"Don't leave me," you whispered with fear in your eyes, looking at Billy.

- Baby, with you, breathe. We just need to get out of here to a safe place. I'll take you to my office, okay? You'll be fine, "he pressed his lips firmly to yours ," and now we really need to go.

You nodded, but you didn't let go of his hand.

You went to Billy's office. He took you to his office and told you to wait for him, once again assuring you that you were safe. While you were driving to Anvil, you saw that Billy's emotions were beginning to overwhelm him, that it was becoming difficult for him to control himself. You felt his anger. You understood why he was angry, but how could you have done anything else?

After a while, after exactly how long you weren't sure, Billy came back. He went into his office, locked the door and turned to you. He was incredibly tired, there were traces of blood on his shirt.

"Are you okay?", you asked softly, looking timidly at him.

It seemed like an eternity before he answered you. As if he was trying to find the right words, but also not to scare you again.

- How did you even get there, Y/N? I told you to leave! This is not a joke! If I tell people to do something, I expect it to be done! What if you were injured? If she had died? On my hands! What would I do then? Do you understand what would have happened to me then?!, - with each new word, the volume of his voice increased, at the end he was already shouting.

- Baby, please calm down...., - you started, but this made him even more angry. All the stress that he had experienced earlier, all the fears and all the pain were now spilling out, and he could not stop.

- Calm down?!, - he began to walk back and forth in front of you in the office, - you could be dead now! Do you understand? And what would I do then?!, - he repeated, - You are my only family!

You abruptly got up from the sofa, went to him and hugged him tightly. He didn't respond to your hugs, trying to pull himself together, but you didn't let go of him. You stood there for a few minutes, after which you moved away from him a little and looked into his eyes.

"Billy," you said in a stern, serious voice, " I know you're angry…

"Am I angry...," he began, but you put your hand on his mouth, silencing him.

- Let me finish. I know that you are angry, and that you are very scared. I was scared too, but you have to listen to me and not interrupt. I'm going to speak now., - you thought that he would start objecting again, but he silently looked carefully into your eyes, - I want you to understand why I did it. I was really going to leave the museum, like you said. I almost did, but I heard gunshots. But no matter how scared I was, all I could think about was you, whether you were injured. That was the only thought in my head. I understand that I put myself in danger, I understand that I am not prepared for such work, I agree, but I would do it again. Do you know why?, his gaze never left your face, " because you are also my family. I love you, Billy, so much that sometimes it scares me. And when I saw that you were in danger...I had to help you, because ... because I couldn't go on living if something happened to you. I'll always help you, Billy, I'll always support you. I will always have your back.

When you finished speaking, Billy's eyes filled with tears that were about to flow. He was always responsible for himself and for others. Yes, there were people in his life who would cover for him, but there was never someone like you. Just the thought that you are still with him, his heart wanted to break apart with happiness.

"I love you," you whispered again, removing your hand from his lips and pressing your lips to his. He responded to the kiss, putting into it all the previously experienced emotions. When you both ran out of air in your lungs, he pressed his forehead to yours and whispered softly

- I love you so much. I'm sorry I scared you. I was afraid that now you won't even be able to look at me.

- Hey, it was just a shock, that's all. I will always be with you, " you kissed him on the chin.

You smiled back.

- Let's go home?, - you asked. It's been a long day and all you wanted was to melt into the arms of your man. Well, and maybe even a large amount of food.

- Of course, baby.

He wanted to let you go, but you wouldn't let him, once again looking into his eyes

"Billy...I'll always have your back."

"I know," he said, and kissed you again.

You’re tired, baby

It was almost midnight on the clock, and Timothee wasn't home yet. He told me that he would work late today. He's been coming home late all week, but there's a limit to everything, right? My hand was already reaching for the phone to call my husband and remind him of the importance of rest, but then I heard the front door open. A minute later Timothee entered the kitchen and my heart sank at the sight before me. It took a fraction of a second to realize how tired he was. His shoulders were slumped, his hair was disheveled, and there was so much weariness in his eyes that it seemed as if he was about to fall. And yet, at the sight of me, a smile played on his lips, as always.

- Hey baby. Why aren't you in bed yet?

Instead of answering, I quickly walked over to him and hugged him tightly. I felt how tense he was, and I wanted to take all his fatigue for myself.

"You look awful, my love," I muttered, and held him tighter.

He laughed softly in response and hugged me back.

- And I missed you

Timothee buried his face in my neck, and I began to stroke his back, trying to relieve his tension. We stood like that for a while, in each other's arms. Words were unnecessary. Then I suddenly felt as if Timothee began to fall in my arms.

- Whoa, baby, you're falling off your feet. Time to go to bed, let's go.

"I'm sorry," he muttered and smiled guiltily.

I took Timothee by the hand and led him into our bedroom.

- Will you take a shower? Or straight to bed?

- Shower. I need to wash the whole day off before getting into bed with my beautiful wife.

- You're too cute, but it won't save you. In the morning we will have a serious conversation about working late, - I tried to make a stern face, but I understood that I could not be angry with him when he was in such a state.

“As long as you’re with me, you can do whatever you want to me, my sweet wife,” he said and reached for my lips. I let our lips close for a moment, then pushed my obnoxious but insanely charming husband towards the bathroom.

- Shower, now. I will make your bed

"Yes, ma'am," he muttered.

“And don’t fall asleep there,” I shouted to him, to which I heard a quiet chuckle.

While Timothee was in the shower, I made the bed, took off my clothes, lay down on my side of the bed and waited for him. In a moment Timothee was in the bedroom. Also no clothes. We liked to sleep naked, feeling each other's bodies. Usually we made love before bed, but today was clearly an exception to their rules. Like all week, but Timothee needed rest.

- Come to me, my sweet husband, - I smiled and opened my arms, inviting Timothee to bed.

He smiled back, crawled under the covers next to me, snuggled up to me and rested his head on my chest. I pressed closer to him and ran my hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. Timothee sighed happily, and I felt the tension of the day leave his body.

So some time passed, and I already thought that he fell asleep, when I heard Timothee’s voice

- I'm sorry I came late again.

It was clear from his voice that he was struggling with sleep.

- Shh. I am not angry. I'm just really worried about you. Sleep, my love.

- I took a day off tomorrow.

- Really?

- Yes. I want to make it up to you

- You don’t have to do this.

- I know, but I want too. Let's spend the day the way you want

- Yes? Then I won't let you out of this bed tomorrow, husband

- I'm counting on it, wife.

I laughed a little and kissed his head

- Sleep. I love you.

- And I love you

Timothee pressed closer to me, and we both plunged into the realm of Morpheus. Tomorrow I definitely won't let him out of bed

Pancakes?

So, it`s mine first work and english is my seconde language and i still learn it. But i`ve still decided to give it a try. So...i hope you'll enjoy it. Please tell me what you think!

It was 9 in the morning. You were sitting at the table, at your small but cozy kitchen holding a hot cup of coffee preparing yourself for the new day. Lost in your mind you haven’t noticed Ben entering the kitchen anв kissing you in the top of you head.

- Good morning sunshine – he said kindly.

You flinched from surprise almost spilling coffee on yourself.

- God, Ben, you scared me - you laughed.

- Again making plans to enslave this world and did not notice my presence? - he joked sitting down on the chair opposite you.

- Mmm… actually thinking about what delicious pancakes you make,” you smiled innocently at him, - how about breakfast? - you asked, placing your hands under your chin and biting your lip.

Ben frowned but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

- As far as I remember ... - he said tapping his index finger on his lower lip, - it's your turn today ...

But he could not finish the sentence he started as you quickly got up from your seat and sat on his knees kissing him tenderly on such inviting lips. It was a slow and sensual kiss. Ben's hands moved to your waist and he pulled you closer to him. You grabbed Ben's hair with one hand and tilted his head to the right while your lips moved to his neck kissing and nibbling gently.

- It…will not… work….,” Ben said with a low voice almost breathless.

- Mmm,- you mumbled into his neck while you pressed your hips closer to Ben's groin and bit his earlobe, - please -, you whispered languidly.

- On the other hand ..., - said Ben huddling voice but again you did not let him finish, and drew him in a passionate kiss from which you both soon be out of air in the lungs.

- You're impossible,- Ben whispered and pressed his forehead against yours.

-And I'm all yours,- you whispered in response, also trying to regain your breathing and heart palpitations.

- Mine - Ben said confidently once again quickly kissing you on the lips, - so, pancakes with what syrup do you want?, - he asked, smiling radiantly, to which you laughed happily.

The truth

You were in your chambers in the Small Palace. It was past midnight, but you couldn't close your eyes. You couldn't get your thoughts in order. You needed to tell him the truth. The truth about yourself, about him, about you. But how to do that? How to tell Alexander that you were his wife, who died many years ago before his eyes?

While you were trying to calm your nerves, the memories of your meeting with Alexander, your life with him, your life with him in this century at least began to surface in your memory.

You met General Kirigan a few months ago. You were the Sun Summoner he was looking for. After an urgent request (not a request) of the General, you moved to the Small Palace and began to train under the watchful supervision of the General himself. You did not succeed in everything but over time you became stronger. Which could not but rejoice Kirigan.

You often caught his eye on you but you never allowed yourself to take any action. But nevertheless, a pleasant shiver went through your body every time General Kirigan was next to you. When he touched you during your training, even if at that time he knocked you down and you fell to the ground in front of him, not at all like a lady.

Two weeks ago, you wandered silently through the night palace, you could not sleep. Passing the General's office, you saw a dim light from his office, the front door was ajar. Without thinking, you quietly opened the door of his office ajar and went inside. Kirigan stood with his back to you, his hands are rested on a work table, on which various papers and cards are scattered. His whole body is tense.

“General…,” you began quietly, “I'm sorry to interfere with you… but… do you need help? You look ... tired. - you called yourself this liberty in relation to him. You couldn't help yourself. Your heart clenched with tenderness at one glance at him.

Kirigan shuddered, freeing himself from his thoughts, and looked at you.

- Y/N ..., - the General muttered quietly, - what? He asked, clearing his throat, pulling himself together again.

“Do you need any help?” You repeated more firmly.

- Help with what? - he asked, carefully examining me. I was wearing a night dress made of light fabric. The fabric was snug against the body.

“Maybe you need a fresh look at the cards?” You offered with a smile, “or just to talk, free your thoughts?

You yourself did not believe that you were saying this to him, but the longer you communicated with the General, the more you were drawn to him.

“Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but I'm fine. It's just too much work. Too much war. People are tired. From war, from death, from losses.

“A war cannot last forever,” you said looking into the General's eyes.

“With your help, my dear Summoner, I hope that the war will end soon,” Kirigan said with tenderness in his eyes. “Now let me escort you to your chambers so that I’m sure that nothing has happened to you,” he said. he with a smile.

You averted your eyes in embarrassment and went to your chambers. Kirigan walked to your left. You just wanted to look at him make sure he was still there, by your side. But you looked at him for too long and, entangled in your own legs, began to fall to the floor, until strong hands grabbed you, keeping you from falling shamefully.

“God, I`m sorry…” you began to justify your awkwardness, trying to think of a reason why you looked at Kirigan for so long, but you couldn't come up with anything.

"It's fine," Kirigan laughed softly, still holding your hand. You rarely heard him laugh. God, he didn't even often allow himself to smile, to really smile, but now it seemed to you that he was finally laughing sincerely, carefree, enjoying ... being with you?

You wanted to free your hand from Kirigan's grip, but he wouldn't let you.

“I wouldn’t want for you to fall,” Kirigan said with a smile. “Otherwise, what kind of General am I to allow one of my best people to put herself in such danger?

You felt your cheeks turn red, but no longer tried to pull your hand and tried to look straight ahead. He walked you to the front door of your chambers, still holding your hand in his. You enjoyed the sensation of his skin close to yours, praying that those moments would last as long as possible.

Stopping in front of your chambers, you felt even more awkward. Will he come to your room? Should you let him? What should you tell him?

While you were trying to say at least something, Kirigan dropped your hand and then gently ran his palm over your cheek. His touch was so gentle as if he believed that you were made of glass and with any careless movement could break in his hands.

“Thank you,” he whispered. In his eyes you saw only tenderness and a hint of ... what? Love? You couldn't even call yourself to dream about it, so that later you would not be left alone with a broken heart.

“For what?” You whispered.

- For worrying about me., - he gently touched his lips to your hand, - and please ... call me Alexander, - he smiled and while you stood, amazed by his words and actions, he turned around and went back towards your office.

On trembling legs you entered your room and this stupid smile appeared on your lips, which you still could not remove. And why did you feel a sharp pain in your head. You fell to your knees, grabbed your head trying to make the pain stop but nothing helped. Memories and images began to pop up in your head. And in these images there was only one person - Alexander. But he looked different. Longer hair, different clothes. It seemed to you that you were looking at it from the outside. Here you see how you walk with Alexander across the field, among the flowers, and he holds your hand. Here you are in the forest, and Alexander helps you collect medicinal herbs. You see your kisses. Your nights full of love. Your wedding. And your vows of eternal love to each other. You try to calm your breathing, calm yourself but the following image appears in your head. Like one of the king's soldiers stabs you in the stomach in front of Alexander. You see, you hear Alexander screaming your name, but you cannot answer him anything. You see the pain and anguish and his eyes that you cannot calm him down, you cannot tell him that everything will be fine. That you love him. And then darkness falls. The last thing you see is Alexander's face painted with pain.

You don't know how much time has passed. When you wake up, you find yourself lying on the floor in your room, wrapping your arms around yourself and trying to stop your sobs.

You are returning to the present again. Two weeks have passed since that day, but you still haven't had the courage to tell Alexander the truth. How will he react? What will he do? What will he say? What if what you tell him will cause him only more pain?

Part 1?

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Lets go for a walk?

I little bit smut this time

- Hey, baby, do you want to go for a walk? The weather is wonderful, I heard Timothee's voice.

I was in the kitchen putting dishes in the dishwasher after dinner.

- Walk?, - I asked, went up to him and sat next to him on the couch.

- Yes ... we suggested going to the apartment all day, why not get some last breath of air?

- Fresh air? In New York?

He laughed, reached his hand to his face and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

- We suggest going to Central Park. There are a lot of people there now, I will put on my masking cap and no one knows me, - he is close.

- Yes, you're just like Clark Kent, only instead of masking glasses you have a cap, - you laughed.

“Exactly,” said Timothee, and mysteriously threw himself away.

- Okay, great, let's go for a walk. We'll eat ice cream and hide from your fans who are still devouring your eyes, - you said, but he caught a subtle hint of jealousy in your voice. Timothee never gave you a reason to be jealous of him, but you couldn't help yourself.

- Hey, my love, you know that my eyes are always only on you, - he answered and pressed me to him. I buried my face into his neck and inhaled his scent. He smelled like home. He was my home. Then I unexpectedly bit him on the tender skin of his neck and heard him moan.

- Are you trying to eat me? We just had dinner, he teased me.

- Yes, but you are my dessert, - I answered and began to appear with kisses to his stomach. But his refining hands stopped me, and Timothee again pressed me to him.

"Hey…" you started offended, but he just laughed at my expression.

- We were going for a walk, remember?

- You're being too suspicious. What are you up too?

“My love, how could you think so badly of me?” He looked offended, but I saw sparks of amusement in his eyes.

- Yes, right ..., - you started to get up from the couch, but he again pressed you to him and hugged you tightly.

"Okay, okay," he said and kissed my hair, "I've got something in mind, but I promise you'll like it."

- What?

- I really want to go to the park with you to watch the sunset, because, you know, I'm a romantic, - he smiled dazzlingly and it seems to me that for this smile I will do everything he asks me, - but I want you to I put on something ... that is ... so that there was something ... in you.

“What?” I asked in surprise and looked at him carefully.

- I want to have a butt plug in your beautiful ass while we taking a walk. The vibrating one,” he said shyly.

“Oh…” I breathed out and didn’t know what to say for a while. Timothee and I loved to play and try new things, I felt confident and safe with him. That is why I immediately felt how hot I felt and my cheeks began to burn.

- And you will control it ..., - you said quietly and looked at him embarrassedly.

He slowly leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Yes. I will control the toy and you, - after which he kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing.

- Oh…

“Do you want to play?” he whispered in my ear again.

I pulled myself together, ran my tongue over his lower lip and whispered, - only if you fuck me after a walk.

"Oh baby," he said and kissed me. I smiled into the kiss and ran my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on it. Timothee groaned against my lips again. Then he pulled away from me, got up from the couch and said excitedly. - I'll go get a toy.

He looked like it was Christmas time and it was time to open presents. I laughed at his excitement. In fact, I felt the same way.

After a couple of minutes, Timothee returned to me with a box in his hands and, looking me straight in the eyes, said, - Take off your pants, my love, and lie down on your stomach. I gladly complied. While I was taking off my clothes, Timothee kept his eyes on me, which made me hotter and wet between my legs.

When I lay down on the sofa, Timothee sat next to me and began to gently stroke my ass. - Are you sure? I don't want you to do what you don't want to do," he said softly.

- I know, my love, you know that I trust you. And I also love to play. And I love you, - I said and looked at him with a wink.

- Oh, I know, baby, - he ran his finger between my folds and groaned softly, - so wet, - after which he looked into my eyes, and, without taking his burning eyes off me, put his finger in his mouth. The sight closed my pussy around the void.

- First of all, baby, you need to prepare you, right? We don't want you to get hurt, do we?” he said softly and took out some lube from the box.

- No,- I answered, and felt his finger slowly penetrate my hole. The lubricant on his finger had a cooling effect. It was only one finger, but I was already feeling good, and I moaned softly, burying my face in the sofa. Timothee began to slowly fuck me with his middle finger.

"Tim..." I moaned.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked and stopped moving.

- No, no, don't stop.

I felt his light kiss on my back, after which Timothee added his index finger and began to slowly develop my ass. After a while, he added 3 fingers. All this time I did not stop moaning quietly. I felt how wet I was. I think I ruined the couch, but I didn't care at the time.

- It seems that you are ready, baby, - Timothee said in a hoarse voice and after a couple of moments I felt Timothee insert an anal plug into my ass. Thanks to his fingers, I didn't feel any pain.

“Are you okay?” Timothee asked me, a little flustered, “does it hurt?”

“Not at all, you have magic fingers,” I replied with a smile, and turned my head to look at him. Timothee was breathing heavily, and in his eyes I saw that he was ready to forget about our plans and take me here and now. Looking down at his pants, I saw how excited he was.

Walk, remember? You laughed lightly and winked at him.

"Minx," Timothee said and slapped my butt, making me moan. Then I felt the plug in my ass begin to vibrate. The sensations were so tense and unexpected that I could not resist and with a cry of “Oh, my God”, buried my face in the sofa, involuntarily lifting my ass up. Timothee leaned towards me, grabbed my hair, lifted my head and whispered terribly in my ear.

"It's not polite to hide such beautiful sounds, didn't you know?"

In response, I only repeated his name again, like a prayer. Then the vibration stopped.

- It was a test version, baby. Don't worry, we'll start with Mode 1 first. You just experienced mode 4.

- Oh my God…

- Ready to go, my love?